My Fam
,I'm a newly wed with two large dogs named Bronx and Roxy. I don't know what I would do without their big wet noses when I come home each day. My husband makes me laugh everyday,and I don't know what I would do without that either. On the flip side,he loves his job and is an optimist,which drives my overly-pragmatic self to insanity from time to time.,
My Career
,I took this writing thing I do and tried to turn it into a living,resulting in a career in Marketing and Graphic Design. I'm actually good at what I do,not because I like it,but because I have an unhealthy obsession to excel at everything. Some days I like it. Some days notsomuch.,
My Favorites
,Burritos,Puppies,Red,Punk,Ska,Amaretto,Chick Lit,Blogging,Shoes,New Found Glory,Less Than Jake,Something Corporate,Purple,Qdoba,The Office,Pandora,Fight Club,Coffee.,
My Plans
,I want to write a million books (first,I want to finish the seventeen I've already started). I want to go to graduate school and get my PhD in writing. I want to walk into Barnes and Noble and find my name under "Literature." I want more dogs. Maybe a fish.,
Okay, at least I think I’m a writer. I was definitely a writer when I was twelve years old, staying up all night with a spiral notebook and a flashlight furiously scribbling chapter after chapter under the covers until I feel asleep mid-sentence at dawn. I was a writer of some sort in college, when I discovered blogging and subsequently posted blogs nine times a day starting in 2002 and ending when I graduated and had to get a real job.
I guess that’s where we pick up. I still write fiction and creative non-fiction, I still blog when time allows, and I am attempting to go to graduate school for writing sometime in the near future. The thing is, I’m a bit broken now, after being subjected to cruel realities of working in a corporate nightmare with no choice but to press on or be evicted. My hard drive is full of intros, ideas, and first chapters, followed by hopes and aspirations.